Текст песни Vspak - Н и к о м у - н и к о г д а

I will not give you, I will not give you
at least cut at least shoot, break out hands punch cups
and better to wither than kiss other hands
better to bend out of boredom than to fuck with these whores
who tear clothes before they say hello
withdrawal syndrome this summer, boy purple
from the agent who called in a stupor, shouting in a shout that I'm stupid
that I bought again, that again after the adoption, I became a tedious loaded
and it was you who uploaded to the handle
the poet leads the coachman, where he will torment, bound by chains
a deadly panorama, who will save me with blood spitting in my pillow
where are those damn girlfriends that should bring a mug of tea
you would offer, I love you, I will not give
more precisely did not want
you gave yourself away from me
I won’t give you back, I promise I will never